The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

And what is the dreamer's lie? It's that every nightmare has an end;

Posted on March 20, 2022 by morgan


Pet? The word uttered on a question from his lips as if in sheer disbelief that she would even consider such a thing. But before she could mutter a sound of serious contemplation, the fae had no problem elaborating, a whole bunch of tiny insignificant but revealing details that really did not help his case of not being a pet in her eyes. Fortunately for Braxton, it was that mention of a ball and chain caused a flicker of amusement to flicker within the depths of her eyes. A wallflower who watches, that was also trouble. It prompted a short-lived giggle that slipped free from her lips. He was British and funny (even if that was not his intent). Before she asked a question about what tricks he performed. The fairy took a long, emphasized drag from his cigarette, only to blow it away opposite to where she had linked her am with his own. The whiff of smoke seemed less acrid than his other cigarette at the very least but made her wish to breathe from her mouth instead.

The last of his words were offered on a question if she caught his drift. She gave his arm a careful, comforting squeeze. Fairies were delicate creatures... her mother excluded. But she knew she must not forget her own strength. "My condolences." Morgan chirped and hardly matched the words she just uttered. Morgan decided to take pity on him.

The disgruntled scoff and his expressed discontent was enough to display just how unimpressed he was in his current situation. How long had the discontent been brewing? That question why do something for someone else when he could do it for himself? Caused her eyes to narrow. There was no shame in wanting more... but the hint of betrayal in the air was but an unspoken promise that amused her far less than anything else he had said prior. No one ever suspected the butler. She was quite sure the question was purely a rhetorical one and yet she responded to it anyways. "Oh, there are reasons. The fact that you can't think of any means you don't have them." The vampire was quite certain that his master would not approve of that confession he had spoken to her. Part of her wanted to encourage that act of rebellion even though it was impossible to ever know what came of it.

She led them down yet another street, one she internally dubbed Misery Lane. It wasn't that far of a walk as she was already in the area for her own reasons when she stumbled upon that fae. The street, however, led further down into the depths of a neighbourhood that would seem nice to most people's standards. Her gaze skimmed through the bold numbers on each garage as they walked by. It didn't take long before she found the precise house she was looking for with an even number. 626. There stood a pretty grey and white trim, board and batton two-story house with dark hued doors which also matched the 2 car garage doors. The house looked like no one was home either. Her gaze narrowed before being disrupted by Braxton's words that earned him a sweet, little smile upon her pink stained lips.

He was.... excited about the aspect of danger. Aw. It warmed her little twisted heart to hear that. "Am I ever glad I stumbled on you then. I can't have you all scared stiff as a corpse now, can I? I would hate for you to lose your head when I need it on your shoulders." Those sweetly uttered words were replaced by distraction... The white-haired vampire appeared to stop out of nowhere before a prominent but concealing ornamental bush, disentangling her arm to face him.

"We are here. I hope you are as ready as you claimed to be." She informed him before she moved forward, not bothering to explain as she suddenly changed her appearance before him, darker hair, taller, far curvier just to look every bit like the woman she had seen exit from there before. People and their love of surveillance, like it did anything but provide a semblance of faux safety in their homes.

She strode up the drive way confidently to the front door, finding the hidden key she had watched the same woman she replicated placed beneath that modern planter pot just the other night. It was too easy to unlock the door and slide inside. The alarm wasn't armed, which meant it wouldn't take too long, at least if his schedule remained true. Vampiric hearing listened for a hint commotion, anything to indicate someone inside. No one was home.

".... And we are early." She stated, looking around, waiting for him to join her inside that house or perhaps he would simply take that opportunity to run..

"I do not want to lose out on an opportunity.. I say we take a look around... Where do you think he keeps the interesting things?" Morgan assumed he was there, or she was quite literally speaking to herself. Although she was quite curious what Braxton would find interesting and if it would align with her own.